Reach out to me as I reach for you,
Tell me you want this too
I've never lamented that this world was so big until I realized it meant I could be
apart from you
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
Thanks for stopping by,
I always forget to stop and say hi
To the things that are along my way
and way down the line I'll stop and I'll find that things aren't as they used to be
And all the things I used to see have gone on to go their own way
And I will feel regret.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
I think sometimes that we are too eager as people.
All we can think about when we're little is what we'll be when we grow up and then we realize we aren't children anymore and it's devastating.
And here we are, growing up more.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 4:50 PM UTC
Is this situation curious or is it just me
who wonders why no one can ever just make up their minds
myself included
My thoughts deluded with your slender frame
when the tang in your breath was all the wind that was left in that world
of crashing waves and monumentous puddles
you were the only land
and I clung on so desperately
too desperately
as the current pulled me away
Is it true that all anyone wants is to be wanted?
Or do they just crave being able to pull away?
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
I don't even want to hold you anymore.
You did it. You Won.
I know now I am nothing to you but something to dwell on in the hidden places
A hand to hold when it's too dark to see
But I could always see
And because of that, I started to see you.
If it didn't mean anything when you traced my palms what compelled you to do it? Do you even remember the moment you suddenly cupped my cheek with your palm oh so gently and then just as quickly pulled away? My skin refuses to forget.
And after these three years of whatever this was, I give up. I can't become another story; that's all we end up being to you, stories. Even the ones who think they made it, that is all they become. I will leave, I am leaving so please spare me at least of that.
You won.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
Red lips sway in the summer heat
R A S P I N G
Once, the world was green and wet and wonderful
and the stars would fall to the earth and cling to all its glory when the morning came.
But no more.
Flowers would bloom and we would pluck their petals
asking for love with our fingers' cruel embrace
But that world loved us not
And now
the sun beats down on us and burns our backs
and made brittle,
Cupid's crimson bow dances back and forth in god's hot breath
a wilting waltz towards oblivion
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Relinquish the feelings forget the momentary stealing of that silken hand by my own,
It was never mine to take no matter how many times I raked my ******* brain for reasons to touch
To postpone
The truth
It was never the same
It being feelings sending me reeling towards an indifferent you
But different, who touched me first whose fault is it that I am immersed in remembering the shapes of the lines that traced your palms?
My own.
It is all my own.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
I knew him. He transferred into my eigth grade class somewhere past half way into the year. A friend raved about how the new kid was so quick to lend her a pencil. I didn't care.
He was in my PE class and even though he looked so athletic, he could never catch a ball. He was always a good sport about it, even as the other kids started to make fun of him behind his back. He talked differently, using big words, often incorrectly, and with a surprisingly hopeful inflection. He was loud. Not only did I not care, I contributed to his ridicule. It seemed good natured and I just wanted to fit in.
We all just wanted to fit in.
Coincidentally, we transferred together to a different highschool; we both didn't fit in, but for different reasons. He was in my home room. He was friendly and outgoing and always did what he could to try and make other students laugh. I couldn't tell if he knew they were laughing at him. I didn't care.
At first when he ran into me in the hallways, he would smile and try to talk to me. Mine a more familiar face to a boy stranded in a sea of strangers. I would only talk briefly and displayed no emotion, save impatientness. I didn't care.
He eventually caught on to my apathy, and left me alone. He preferred the company of those who laughed. At least an insult was a response.
We were all skippers, but he had been condemned to sail alone.
He twerked in a dance off at a school pep rally. He did his best to get in front of a camera when the broadcast kids came around. He was always extremely polite to our homeroom teacher. He talked a lot in home room. I sat in the corner and pretended no one existed. Before he would try and make everyone laugh, he would still say hi to me. I didn't care.
I joined the chess club for a while. At maybe my third meeting he came in and began to ask the teacher about something. I think it was the death penalty. I didn't care, so I didn't remember. At the end of the chat, he thanked the teacher for his weekly moral lesson. I never thought about it.
He said his morals were different from the rest of the world. I hear he shot himself. He said not to mourn his death but to celebrate his life.
I never did that. I never cared.
Even now, his life is catalogued in my brain as part of an awkward eighth grade year for me, part of home rooms I hated going to, part of a school that made me vaguely uncomfortable. Caring now is a lie, a lie to say I did all I could for a broken soul, that I am only an innocent bystander. I never cared, so I can't pretend that I did now.
I'm not guilty of his death. No one is guilty of his death. The blood is mixed with the dirt as his ashes will soon be. The blood is on the dirt, not our hands. But we walk on this dirt, we till this soil, we plant our futures here in this ground. It's time we all started taking better care of it.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
I just keep waiting for some gold haired maiden to pour her words over me
And, soft as satin, I dream it could happen, the semblance of symmetry
Resembles what I see
Just petals on the sea
Drift gently with the breeze
Drift gently away with me
To settle on the sea
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
It's never the same
But there's sort of an order
We leave as we came
Cross the same borders
And nobody knows
But they'll do what befits
And that's how it goes
And we all go with it
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC